Chapter 13 - THE PENTHOUSE ENCOUNTER
Mark pushed open the heavy oak doors without knocking, stepping into the luxurious, glass-walled office suite.
Julian Vance sat behind his massive mahogany desk, swirling amber bourbon in a heavy crystal glass.
He looked up with a smug, arrogant smile, expecting to see his corporate assistant bringing good news.
The smile vanished instantly from Julian’s face when he saw Mark standing tall in the doorway.
"Mark? What are you doing here at this hour? Where is Elena?" Julian asked, his voice dropping an octave.
"Elena is currently spending her evening in a county jail cell awaiting federal indictment," Mark stated calmly.
Julian stood up slowly, buttoning his expensive navy blue suit jacket to regain an air of corporate dominance.
"You must be losing your mind, Mark... Elena is your loving wife, the mother of your children," Julian lied smoothly.
"Sarah is sitting in our living room right now, Julian... eating hot soup with our kids," Mark countered sharply.
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Julian’s face went completely pale, his fingers tightening around the crystal glass until his knuckles turned white.
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